<I KNOW you had him! Now get a hold of the bear in your brain, before you get us all killed! Don't ye' raise that paw at ME, lass, or I'll throttle ye', so help me! I'm a heck of a lot less injured than ye' think!>
I turned my attention to my lion-Yeerk-brother.
<Alistair, you've only got a few minutes left. Demorph, before you get stuck. Now.>
"Grrrrr-WOWORRRrrrrr..."
<No!>
"HHHiieeesssssss..."
<Yeerk, do you WANT to kill yourself? Do you WANT my brother to die?>
<What if I do?>
<I can always make this so much more unpleasant for you.>
<Would you do that to your brother?>
<Why don't you ask HIM? Would I do that to you, Alistair, to save you?>
<*sigh* I understand. I'm demorphing.>
Slowly, the lion shrank and began resuming the familiar human features of my twin brother.
<Now, let's get out of here.>
I walked up behind my brother and nudged him forward, none too gently. He stumbled and kept walking. I jogged over to the bushes, demorphed, and put my clothes back on. I jogged back to Alistair's side. I drew my knife and flicked it open.
He tensed at the familiar sound.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and lightly held the blade against the side of his throat. To any observer, it would seem as though I simply had my arm around his shoulders.
"Insurance. I'm sure that you understand."
"Yes."
I turned back to the others.
"Well? Are we ready to get out of here? Oh, wait. Edward. Will someone wake him up, while I keep an eye on this one?"
(Leo, I know that you might still want another morph or two...y'know, besides the wolf. If you do, wake up fast so that we can move on to the next piece of plot, please. Thanks!)